"Come here." Liang Yin raised his fingers towards Ling Luochen and smiled brightly.
When Ling Luochen heard this, he lowered his head. Although he didn't know why Liang Yin suddenly smiled so happily, seeing Liang Yin smile made him feel better.
Under Ling Luochen's gaze, Liang Yin used his sleeves to gently wipe off the dirt on Ling Luochen's face.
Only then did Ling Luochen learn that a lot of plant ash had been rubbed on his face when he was cooking porridge.
If it had happened in the past, with his severe mysophobia, he would have been extremely intolerable.
But now, as he looked at Liang Yin's bright smile, he actually felt that the ash on his face was not so unbearable.
Liangyin helped Ling Luochen wipe the plant ash on his face, then turned to look at the white porridge placed on the bedside, his eyes filled with emotion: "You must have been cooking this porridge for a long time, right?"
"...Hmm." Ling Luochen responded with some embarrassment. Because this is his first time making something.
He originally wanted to conjure up some food for Liangyin to eat, but he thought that the conjured food had no nutrition at all. And now Liangyin's body is relatively weak.
So he went to cook it for Liangyin himself.
He asked the surrounding mountain spirits and monsters to bring him the ingredients for cooking.
Liangyin picked up the white porridge she was looking at, and a picture flashed through her mind quickly, but she couldn't catch it no matter how hard she tried.
It seemed like someone had made food for her before, and he seemed to be very gentle, but... who was that person
Liangyin can't remember clearly.
She felt as if she had something very important that disappeared from her memory, but she didn't know what it was.
After his soul was traumatized, Liangyin gradually forgot many things in the past. Many memories are blurry. But there are also many memories that are relatively clear, such as the memories about the male god, some of which she remembers relatively clearly.
Liang Yin sat on the bedside and drank the porridge by herself.
In fact, Ling Luochen wanted to feed her, but because it was his first time making porridge, there were many things he didn't understand, and his palms were seriously burned.
His hands, which were hidden under his sleeves, were red and swollen, with blisters on them that were scalded and swollen.
Under normal circumstances, he could recover from such burns in the blink of an eye, but he had bled too much recently, so the burns on his hands healed very slowly.
In addition, he is a flower demon and belongs to the plant system. Making things by the fire is a kind of torture for him.
The porridge tastes very good. I don’t know what kind of rice it is. Cooked porridge. The taste is fragrant and delicious. Soft and waxy.
After eating the warm and fragrant porridge, you will feel more comfortable with the cool sound. My mental state is a little better, but my face is still a little pale.
The sun is just right outside.
Liangyin got out of bed and walked towards the door. The mountains were lush and green. In front of the door outside the house, there are blood roses blooming, which are too beautiful to behold.
When the wind blows, many red rose petals fall down.
There is a faint cold fragrance of roses in the air, just like the smell of Ling Luochen.
"Do you like it?" Ling Luochen followed Liang Yin and walked out. He took off his white robe and put it on Liangyin's shoulders.
"I like it." Liang Yin turned to Ling Luochen and smiled, a smile from the bottom of his heart.
Even though the girl's face was extremely pale, her smile almost made the flowers around her lose their color.
At this moment, Ling Luochen unexpectedly couldn't help lowering his head and gently pressed it against the corner of Liang Yin's mouth.
Soft to the touch, with a hint of cold floral fragrance.
The unexpected kiss made Liangyin's eyes widen slightly, and she wanted to push him away. But Ling Luochen gently squeezed her hand.
Once the fire is ignited, it becomes a prairie fire and is out of control.
After experiencing so much together, Ling Luochen has already fallen in love with Liangyin. He held her, taking her breath away.
Liang Yin's body, which had no strength to begin with, was even softer now, and he couldn't even stand firmly.
Ling Luochen carried her into the room.
This was the first time that he had done such a thing while she was awake.
She was a little resistant, but he wanted her to understand his heart clearly. She has feelings for him.
Heartbeat…
Her pale face was stained with an abnormal blush, and a flirtatious look flashed across the corners of her eyes.
"Luochen... No..." She still wanted to struggle, but she couldn't muster any strength.
"Yinyin, I like you. I really like you."
Ling Luochen looked at Liangyin with his narrow peach blossom eyes. Overflowing with unbreakable love. There is a mist rising in the eyes.
After Ling Luochen finished speaking, he posted it...
The white robe fell to the ground, and bloody roses and thorns began to spread everywhere in the bamboo house.
The blood roses outside the house are blooming brilliantly and delicately. Love may come at the right time.
Sunset.
Ling Luochen in the room was holding the sleeping girl in his arms, his eyes filled with distress. At this moment, his mood was both sweet and painful.
It's like a child who can't get candy and tastes the uneasy feeling after stealing candy.
Because Liang Yin was in poor health, he didn't dare to ask for it for too long. And he also felt that Liangyin liked him.
Now he is more determined not to let her discover his true identity.
Otherwise, this love that started with deception will disappear in an instant.
Thinking of this, Ling Luochen frowned even more tightly, and a red light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
After Liangyin fell asleep, Ling Luochen slit his wrist again to give Liangyin his demon blood.
Liang Yin would wake up when he was feeding him blood, so every time he fed her blood, he would tap on Liang Yin's sleeping point.
Because Liangyin slept soundly almost every time.
Ling Luochen's body healed slower and slower due to frequent bloodletting. Although the burns on his hands had disappeared, the wrists were cut every time.
It will leave ugly scars, and those scars will disappear very slowly.
In order to prevent Liang Yin from noticing anything, Ling Luochen wrapped his wrist with a piece of white cloth.
After Liangyin fell asleep, he slept until the morning of the next day. He slept for a long time, probably because of his physical weakness.
Liang Yin would see Ling Luochen almost every day when he opened his eyes, but this morning was different from before. Because in the past they at least slept with their clothes on. But not today.
Her palm was still on his chest, and the warm touch was like touching a hot potato. She withdrew her hand like an electric shock, and her cheeks turned red.
When she thought about what happened yesterday, her expression became a little annoyed.
What has she been doing? How could you do such a thing with someone other than the big boss? ! She still has a mission, and she came to the fifth goal to clear her name and repay the big boss.